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Tracer was a skinny, pale, rude, girl with deep red eyes and dark hair with blue stripes. She wasn't ALWAYS like this though there was once a time where she was considered "normal" lets go back to the beginning.
The streets were quiet, cold, and dark it was in the prime of winter after all. Tracer was out in the harsh December snow walking alongside the street as the hours pass 12 in the morning as she walks her skinny jeans rub against the fresh scars on her legs while her muscles are sore and sche and she can barely walk before dropping herself on the closest bench "locked out again." Tracer grumbled as she breathes heavy from the 15 minute walk that felt like 5 hours. It wasn't uncommon for Tracer to be locked out of the house especially when her dad got drunk she'd usually manage by bringing an extra sweater and sleeping on a public bench.
It was now 3 in the morning... She's starving... as she gets up she walks over toward the closest store and searches the dumpster inside there's a peace of raw meat, slightly rotten, with maggots on it "well this is the closest to edible food I'm gonna get.." she grabs the peice of meat and takes a bite she keeps eating... Infact this isn't the first time she's done this many times do to malnutrition and starvation but this specific store happens to be right next to an apartment where one of her teachers live the teacher that lives there is really the only one who paid attention to the fact Tracer always looks pale and quite skinny for someone her age she's the only one worried.
The next day Tracer woke up and climbed back in to her house through her window that was broken and duct taped due to it being smashed multiple instances usually after fights with her dad. She reaches over to the other side and grabbs her backpack for school, it had a notebook that was barely holding its shape and an overripe banana that was the only food she was able to get in a while but whenever she looked at it she felt sick so it stayed in the bottom of her bag. She was nineteen but still went to school due to being held back multiple years because she was very under educated as whenever she was in school she was either sleeping or replaying the fights she got into with her dad.
As the door to the classroom opened everyone stared as Tracer quietly went to her seat which was in the middle of the classroom she heard people whisper as she sat down but that was nothing out of the ordinary she has been bullied for years due to the fact she doesn't fit in with anyone in school personality wise and appearance.
As Tracer put her head on her textbook and quietly yawned the classroom turned to stare at her and the yawn was interrupted by the scoff of the teacher. "Ahem" "no sleeping during class" "yes ma'am.." Tracer sighed out with obvious annoyance as she slowly put he head back down but looking at the book so she isnt yelled at
The bell soon rang after that which woke Tracer up as she slowly raises her body and grunts as she gets up knowing she'll have to walk back home in the cold yet again
As Tracer walks down the hallway the one teacher that cared for her walked past but this time she has a look of sympathy in her eyes, more than usual... That one fact confuses Tracer as she learned to pay attention to faces and change of emotion in people.
Tracer walks into the house as she kicks off her ripped up shoes revealing her slim feet with dried blood and injuries some old and some new all over the the bottom of her feet. Her feet walk across the cold concrete floor walking over broken pieces of glass from smashed bottles as she sleepily walks to the kitchen as her dad is there slumped over the counter, clearly tipsy, with empty bottles of beer scattered all over the floor.
He looks up at her with his usual pissed face before speaking "Tracer..." "tell me why..*hic* this afternoon I got a call from your *hic* teacher saying you were eating out if the FUCKING TRASH AGAIN TRACER?" "YOUR ACTING LIKE YOUR BEING STARVED AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH?" he slurs out. "ugh great here comes another useless scolding.." Tracer thinks in her head tho she's not brave enough to say out loud... To be honest Tracer is pissed and annoyed "what right does SHE have to tell him? Does she even know what I go through?" "I mean that explains the look earlier..." Tracer thinks
"IM SO FUCKING TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT TRACER." his dad continues. "sorry- sir." she mumbled out
"NO YOU FUCKING AREN'T IF I HEAR YOU SAY ONE MORE THING I'M GOING TO BEAT YOUR REAREND" "I-" then a glass bottle goes flying towards her face knocking her out
Tracer wakes up bleeding from the head after being knocked out. She's quite annoyed but also confused in why she isn't thrown out of the house or in the basement but then she looks ahead of her to see her answer, her dad passed out in front of her most likely because of all of those drinks.
While her dad is laying there, vulnerable, she decides to quickly run to her room and barricade it before he wakes up, her head still bleeding. This is her chance she...Needs to get rid of him...Not by stabbing though that is way too simple.
After she ran into her room she happens to spot some old kitchen knives on her counter..."this could work..." she thinks. She grabs an old, rusty lighter, one dad used to light his cigarettes,from under her bed she kept it for emergencies only since the thing only had a couple uses left dad threw it away because of that... After staring the fire she melted down the tips of the knives and molded them onto her nails, shaping then like claws...
"TRACER GET YOUR ASS BACK OUT HERE" he's awake... And banging on the door... Just in time... As Tracer opens the door and sees her dad's angry face face she knows this time it'll be th last time she sees that face... she swipes and hears his screams it was much a blur after that but she does remember seeing his mutailated corpse infront of her.
She doesn't know how to dispose of a corpse...but then she feels her stomach practicely screaming at her..."I'm still hungry" she barely mumbled out. She stares at her father's corpse and hears her stomach grumbling one more time then she starts eating his corpse...she was so hungry and the flesh of her father's now dead body was...delicious...now there were practicely only bones left...
She was satisfied...
Afterwards she decided to pack up her only belongings which was her lighter, her journal, and an old pencil the only one she has. She jumped out the back window facing toward the woods so the people on the roads didn't see her covered in blood and report her to the police... She ran toward the forest and eventually going deep into it the further she went the darker it was which was a little weird to her since it was about 5-6am which was past sunrise... As she goes deeper weird... Symbols... are seen carved into the trees she isn't sure what it means but it's like a circle with an X through it? She's not sure but those aren't the ONLY things on the trees she also sees these weird... Notes?... She isn't sure what they mean but some of them have a weird figure in them one without a face...
Soon after she sees a figure... Not any normal figure it was a thin, slender, figure... no face... The on in those notes? wait she's seen him in the papers before though he thought it was just a myth... wait what did he go by again? Slenderman? Was it...? She never expected it him to be actually real but now he saw him in person there's no denying it ... but she knows she's definitely dead now...in the papers he was known to be able to kill people without a trace left but she has by now excepted this maybe the end to this suffering instead of running she just sits there... waiting... this summer to ha piqued his interest that and the fact she seems to be covered head to toe in blood that isn't her own
She passes out... She's not sure what happened but when she wakes up she feels... Different...
she was sure she would've died but not this... and not to mentioned her energy feels replenished... Just for how long was she asleep for?
She decides to keep walking deeper into the woods... Though soon a strange fog takes over, the deeper she goes the thicker the fog...After walking for want feels like hours she spots a large mansion in the fog with lights on...? "How is there a mansion this big in the middle of no where with working power...?" she quietly approaches the mansion she sees figures from underneath the blinds of the windows...she gently grabbed the handle and twisted
In the mansion there were many serial killers(??) at least that's what she assumed she wasn't sur what to do so she sat in the corner of the mansion I mean what else was she gonna do? Most of them there seemed to not speak at all.
There right across from her she spots a man that seems to not have eyes?? His face is blue perhaps a mask? though everyone in this mansion seems to be "strange" in there own way.
That same man seems to be sliding something over near her? huh I wonder what it i- oh it's a kidney. "Uh thanks. Ig?" she replied.
Well shortly after that interaction a skinny, pale, and smelly (quite smelly) man comes through the door. His mouth is slit open ear to ear but it's stabbed and blistered over multiple times the scar looks very old and definitely infected, his hair seems thin and greasy as it appears to be falling out, he also seems to be holding a knife it's rusty with blood splattered all over it some of it seems to be old blood while some is new.
"oh and who is this?" the slim man speaks with a raspy voice though despite this his voice seems high for a male especially one his age
"uh I'm Tracer well supposing your talking to me that is?" she responds her eyes have now met his.."Huh he doesn't have eyelids..." she thinks to herself
"huh what a weird ass name? Seriously who names their kid that of all things" he laughed out
"well I'm sure your name isn't any better smartass" she rolls her eyes
"it's Jeff... Jeffrey Woods" woah we finally have a name so I can stop using the terms man or slim figure for him
"Really? Your making my name seem like the worst name in the world just for your to be Jeff?! "
After that interaction they slowly grew closer...
"ugh interacting with these weirdos sure is exhausting..." she thinks to herself. Tracer was assigned a solo mission by the man, the myth, the legend himself (slender man) it has been getting tiring walking out in the woods like this... she spots a broken shard of glass it seems to apart of an old broken mirror "huh...thats bad luck" she thinks but she looks into it further to see her reflection "so THAT'S what I look like...no wonder the other proxies were weirded out when they first saw me..." she takes her "claws" up to her face to carve out the proxy symbol on her face yep that same circle with the X through it she first saw on these same woods way back when is now on her face "huh it doesn't look prominent enough..." she thinks before dipping her fingers in some nearby tar and smearing the black color deep into her wounds without paint or a pen it's good enough. "That's bound to leave an infection... huh oh well creepypasta verse is too unlogical in and of itself for me to care"
And now time to go to present day (your gonna have to wait for a whole nother chapter to come out for that)